My website and Facebook page have been silent far too long. I can honestly say it’s because I’ve been writing, and I suppose that’s a great reason. I’m nearing the completion of a loosely-termed memoir—loose, meaning the stories are based on events from my life, but some have a fictional twist simply because I can’t quite remember how it was. Isn’t memory such an illusive thing. I actually like Roman á Clef: “a real life story with an overlay of fiction.” Yes, I like that. My book, with no title yet (Right now, I’m calling it Rules for Being American), is based in the late 1960s and early 70s and will be ready for publication some time next year. Fingers crossed.

The Wolf Children

I’ve also been researching a subject that will not let me sleep — the Wolf Children of East Prussia, a book that needs to be written! Much information is available in German, but very little in English (see the trailer of the award-winning film by Rick Ostermann, Wolfskinder.). When this important and forgotten piece of history is published, I will write you, I will write you personally, and I will beg you, Please read this, the story of 20,000 German children who were abandoned behind the Iron Curtain, not to be heard from again until late in the 1990s. Many survived on their own, living in forests and barns. Some were adopted but only secretly, as the Soviets made it illegal to aid them in any way. Some, especially the very young, integrated into their new culture, learning a new language, Lithuanian. But it is not unreasonable to state: All endured unimaginable hardships. Several hundred are still alive today and their stories are finally being heard. As I said, this is a book I will beg you to read.

The mind rarely speaks in linear fashion, rarely gives you information in chronological order. Rather it speaks in images, and metaphors, like how things work in the dreams…